Chapter 50 The Tyrant's Redemption

• Redemption doesn’t erase the past. It holds a mirror to it— and lets everyone decide if they can still stand the reflection.
• Victor Hamilton — once the monster in every rebel child's nightmare — now stood behind a simple, unmarked lectern. No flags. No guards. Just a single, blinking light broadcasting him live to every region that once fell under his fire. His first words were not prepared.
• His voice cracked. Not from pain. From weight.